When dream loses his memory after an accident in the prison. People take advantage of that and use it to change him. Become friends again. And get things they want. ///TW:BLOOD GORE ANXIETY PANIC ATTACKS MEMORY LOSS SWEARING MANIPULATION\\\ Started: August 26 2021 Finished:

"Secretly lying in his bed at night, making up stories in his head to fall asleep to. Mind wandering to Dream, his impossibly soft hands, long comforting hugs, meaningful words, and handsome face that's matured so gracefully. Letting his thoughts go, imagining Dream right there. Pulling him close and kissing his cheek. Dream, his best friend, the person whose seen him live his whole life. Maybe that's why Sapnap has never been able to call Dream his 'brother.' Their friendship was never like that." Sapnap and Dream want to make the most of the summer before they're off to college. 10,074 words. Completed 2/9/2021.

based on that one tweet but basically Phil and Grian are bros fluff ensues. Also i have no idea where imma go with this fic so theres no planning 👍 Story cover is by @unsincerityig on twitter!

Just a scarian fanfic

Grian is an only human in a world of hybrids and monsters and creatures of one another. he tries to stay alive and keep the creatures like him as he would like to keep all his limbs and his blood. I do not own the image just all of the story Xox

Grian has been living with the Hermits for years. Long enough he thinks he has escaped his past for good. He hasn't, of course. And when his past caches up to him, the Hermits are left to pick up the pieces.

stockholm syndrome is a weird phenomenon. who could possibly fall in love with someone who kidnaps them? besides, he is already engaged. there was no way he fell victim. that's what he thought at least. but as he looks at the ethereal man with a voice that is smooth as butter and sweet as molasses, it's hard to hold on to his conviction. *this is a reupload of my work originally on AO3

Ranboo works at a small drugstore. Ranboo didn't hate his job, but also didn't like it. He never smiled, never spoke up, never had small talk, and never said anything bold. Until a new customer had come along..

a blob being found midday is not how george expected his life to be turned upside and sideways. - a lil bit of angst man, but mostly fluff! enjoy loser! FIRST FEW CHAPS SUCK IM SORRY! Start at chapter 2 if u wanna get to the good bits first

Dream was alone, in a sense. He still had patches. He still had Badboyhalo, or Bad, as he called him. He still had the voices, and as violent as they were, they were good company. Sure. His friends had left him. Sure, his family hated him. Still, he had done what he wanted. He had gathered them into a family. But I'm getting off track. He felt, well, alone. He was desperate for a form of comfort. But he was also desperate for it to end. So, he did just that. He ended it.